Chapter 13 Young Model Manager
I was lucky. The sewage in the water cell was only waist deep, but the stench was unpleasant.
I want to pray to God that it won’t rain during these days of being locked up in the water prison; I even want to pray that the stench will not make me faint; last but not least, the most important thing is that my body will not be soaked by the rancid water. Second brother.
If something unexpected happens, it will ruin my happiness in the rest of my life.
The days in the water prison were very difficult. Under the scorching sun in Southeast Asia, the stench rose in the small water prison, and it was extremely hot and stuffy. It was overwhelming to hear it. Please don't let the sun shine so brightly, please give me some rain.
Bah bah bah, how could it rain? That’s not the rhythm I want to finish playing.
Under the scorching sun, it was sweltering and smelly, and I was even more thirsty. Although there is water in the water prison, if you think you will live longer, just drink a few sips.
After standing all day without any food, I am now hungry and thirsty. I don’t know when I will be relieved.
Fortunately, there is no scorching sun at night, so I feel slightly better than during the day, but I am sleepy and want to sleep.
Is it possible to sleep with your body flat? It’s the rhythm of wanting to die again.
God, how can I live?
The night seems to be getting deeper. Just when I was feeling sleepy due to hunger and thirst, there was sudden movement and an object was dropped from the ground.
who? From my point of view, I couldn't see anything at all, but something fell in, splashed with water, and sank.
It couldn't be some kind of explosive. I was so frightened that I turned pale. I immediately sank into the water and started touching it.
I finally touched it and it seemed to be a plastic bag.
In fact, my brain was funny at that time. If it was really an explosive, I would still have a chance to salvage it. Within three or five seconds, I would have been shattered to pieces.
Out of curiosity, I carefully opened the plastic bag. Under the moonlight, I found a bottle of water and a steamed bun.
I ignored the sewage on my head and face, greedily drank water and ate steamed buns.
There is no doubt that someone is helping me secretly. Is it a mad dog? From this point of view, he is still a friendly and loyal person.
After eating half-starved and drinking a full bottle of water, I felt a little bit resentful. Can't you store some air in a plastic bag?
I sank to the bottom of the water and touched the plastic bag. My whole body was soaked with smelly sewage. Do I have an appetite? is it Hygiene? Aren't you afraid I'll have diarrhea?
Isn’t it okay to make a good thing perfect?
As if my complaints were heard, the plastic bags placed at the same time the next day were floating on the water.
I am also very conscientious. In order to avoid being discovered by the police, some people secretly gave me food. After eating and drinking, I sank the plastic bag and other objects to the bottom of the water.
On the third day of hard work, I was finally released from the water prison.
As soon as I saw Mad Dog, I hugged him tightly and said repeatedly: "Thank you."
Mad Dog asked: "How did you know we were helping you?"
The first time I felt something was wrong, I didn’t reply. Lao Liu stood aside and expressed his merits to me: "I have said before that our Chinese gang is the most united and loyal. It was us who demonstrated every day that finally freed you."
I don’t want to go on to the following words. The person who put in the food and water must be someone else. Why did he help me? For what purpose? I couldn't mention it to Mad Dog, as that would most likely reveal the identity of the person who was helping me. I would never betray a friend.
I have a question. On the day of the prison break, whether the person who put the note in the food and the person who put the food and water were the same person.
I can only pay attention to this in secret, and I must not ask around. Maybe I don’t do anything and this person will show up to me.
Seeing my appreciation, Mad Dog continued, "You can do it."
I didn’t know what mad dog meant, so I could only say, “How do you say this?”
"In such a harsh environment, your kid survived without eating, drinking or sleeping for three days and three nights. I have never seen many people like this."
Mad Dog's words made me more certain that the person who delivered the food was someone else. I was also lucky that I didn't let it slip in a moment of excitement. I smiled and said, "It must be because I have a tough life. I am starving to death if there is anything to eat."
I’ve prepared it for you, porridge.
I am talented as an actress, but at the same time I am indeed hungry. Although I have to feed myself one steamed bun every day, it can fill my stomach.
Seeing me wolfing down the porridge, Mad Dog kindly said, "Eat slowly, be careful not to choke or choke to death."
"Can you survive?" I asked inarticulately with food in my mouth.
"This is common sense, don't you know? The first time you eat after not eating for many days, you should not eat too fast or be too full, otherwise you will be exhausted." Mad Dog's affectionate reminder is really common sense. I remember that during World War II, when the prisoners in the concentration camps were liberated, many of the prisoners were forced to death on the spot because they did not know this common sense.
Lao Liu was showing off his merits: "This porridge is the dinner that Mad Dog asked me to save. You must accept the favor, but the money will be counted as well. One yard will equal one yard."
In fact, I wanted to eat more. A little porridge really wasn't enough, but Mad Dog didn't save dinner himself. He borrowed flowers from Lao Liu's dinner to offer to the Buddha, and I had to accept them too.
I said gratefully: "Thank you both."
Mad Dog looked at me twice and asked, "Do you want to join my club and be my subordinate?"
I blinked and asked, "If I join your club, you don't have to charge for my life."
Mad Dog smiled: "Of course. If you join the club, you will become brothers. Anyone who dares to cause trouble for you will be at odds with our entire club."
Of course I would be happy to, do you even need to ask? I nodded quickly and said, "That's a good relationship, I'm willing." After saying that, I bowed my head.
Mad Dog did not stop me from kneeling down. He said: "The ceremony of joining the club will be completed in the future. From today on, you will be a member of our Xinglong Gang."
I asked cheerfully: "If I join the club, what position can I be given?"
My words, perhaps out of joy, aroused Mad Dog's suspicion. I immediately felt my mistake. Mad Dog hesitated and said, "I haven't thought about it yet."
I quickly corrected my mistake and said, "As long as I follow Brother Mad Dog, I'm willing to do it even as an errand boy."
Mad Dog thought for a while and said: "Don't worry, I'm asking you to be an errand boy. It's too humiliating. This failed escape caused me to lose three capable brothers. So, I'll let you be a pimp first."
Is there any mistake? I was asked to be a pimp, and I was said to be unyielding in my talents. I am a talented student at Shanghai University of Finance and Economics, and I only became a pimp when I joined the club. Is this my revenge for breaking the eggs of his subordinates, or is this to make up for his shortcomings?
Do I still have a choice at this time? Maybe this is karma. "Okay, everything will follow Big Brother's arrangements."
Maybe it was my hesitation, maybe it was my inability to manage my expression well, Mad Dog knew that I was dissatisfied inside, he explained: "Don't underestimate this position, you will face the elites of the upper class in the future. I'm really worried that you can't do it well."
No, you are underestimating my ability. Although I was once an orphan, I have seen big things. I am the son-in-law of the second daughter of the wealthy Qian family in Shanghai, and the local general agent of the Qian family's company.
I asked: "Am I going to lead a group of young models in the future?"
Mad Dog smiled: "Basically yes."
